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Public Access

The first station had to be some kind of public access channel. The video footage had all the quality of a bunch of high school students with a camcorder and a tripod. The set was incredibly simple and bare, nothing but a wood podium in front of a white wall. The man on the channel was screaming at the top of his lungs how I was going to Hell.

Well, no shit, Sherlock! With four centuries of murder and looting behind me, where else would I go? I figure at this point, it’s go big, or go home.